Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.